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Sometimes I forget what it's like to feel sexy. It's a state of mind I take for granted, with love and affection so easily accessible. It's not a frame of reference I can easily access when I jump from work to "play" in the course of an hour on a Friday afternoon. Everything is so on-and-off with long distance (no matter HOW good it is) that personal maintenance is something to which I give little consideration.

For better or for worse, though, when I get a few beers in me, I start to remember. *laughs* And then all hell breaks loose inside my head for a few hours, I sleep it off, and the next day it's back to my most un-glamorous grind.

C'est la vie, I suppose.

There's a party raging in the D and it's time for me to crash, so I'd best put in the earplugs and hit the sack. G'night.